Liveblogging Launch Pad

So I came out of the shower (at five-thirty this morning: apparently this hour is not after all a fiction in the mind of clockmakers) to find myself weltered in gore, as the cut on my nose opened up again. I may have latent late-developing royal blood; I seem to have forgotten how to clot.

Hey-ho. At present I am walking softly and carrying a big wad of tissues.



I will need to walk more, as the student union cafeteria isn’t open today or tomorrow. Apparently students don’t devote their weekends...